Christmas is probably the happiest period of the year simply because it's filled with self-motivated hypocrisy while at the same time people draw those vibes from the overall surrounding environment: religion, society, family, relatives, friends, etc. Bright lights, celebrations, gentleness and yes, charity, fucking charity; somehow you're obliged to show your affection to the poor and lonely of the world, at least those nearby. And the media, the social advertisements, the church, everybody concur. It's this specific period of the year that everyone is obliged to recall his humane side and depict this to the world through various actions for a good cause. You know what? Fuck off. If you feel like helping those nearby that don't share the same slice under the sun as you do, you can do it silently any time of the year without having to push yourself within a specific time frame in a self-centered miserable act of atonement seeking space for wholeheartedness to bloom where there's no place to share.

I'm having a serious crush on this, so good it's almost unbelievable. It's not that this is the most revolutionary or anything but its greatness comes from its ability to create an almost suffocating atmosphere.
Imagine a monumental church standing desolate on the cliff of a holy mountain in a distant deserted land, the church is so huge that the sounds of dead monks' prayers still echo off its walls. This is how this album sounds like
Sorry ... got a little carried away